The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 339 What's Your Name

"Would you mind getting me a glass of water?"

Wang Chen, who was leaning on the chair, looked at Dusha and asked calmly. Those actions just now seemed simple, but they consumed too much strength and physical strength. At this time, even his butt was unwilling to move even a little bit.

Du Sha squinted her eyes and struggled for a while, then slowly stood up, came to the water dispenser, and poured Wang Chen a glass of water with a disposable cup.

Handed the water to Wang Chen, seeing that Wang Chen didn't even want to raise his hand, she frowned and said coldly: "Do you want me to feed you?"

"If you can."

Wang Chen smiled wryly, he wanted to raise his hand to take the glass of water, but he has no strength now, what can he do?
The corner of Dusha's mouth twitched, she bent slightly, and slowly sent the cup towards Wang Chen's lips.

After feeding Wang Chen to drink, Du Sha threw the disposable cup into the trash can, sat back on the position just now, and looked at the little boy lying on the bed without blinking.

After drinking a glass of water, Wang Chen felt much more comfortable. He closed his eyes and asked in a very small voice, "What's his name?"

Du Sha didn't answer Wang Chen, she gently stroked the little boy's face, and said coldly to Wang Chen: "You should leave as soon as your strength recovers."

"what are you worried about?"

Wang Chen said quietly, looking at this Du Sha who had only met him two or three times, he felt a little aggrieved and powerless in his heart.

"Is it possible that you don't know what I'm worried about?"

Du Sha looked up at Wang Chen, with a cold smile on her face, and a very strong warning in her eyes.

Wang Chen's lips squirmed, and finally he closed his mouth tightly, looked towards the door and asked, "Do you want me to clean them up?"

"Don't bother you."

Du Sha didn't give Wang Chen any good looks, and then asked: "My son... when will he wake up?"

Hearing what Dusha swallowed back, Wang Chen's face changed slightly, and then he said calmly: "If my guess is right, this kid is already awake."

"woke up?"

Du Sha looked at the little boy in confusion at first, then her expression changed drastically, and she said coldly to Wang Chen: "Get out of here, I don't welcome you here."

"I really don't have the energy right now."

Wang Chen sighed a long time, looked at the little boy lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, and asked with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth: "Little guy, what's your name?"

After Wang Chen's words fell, Du Sha looked at the little boy lying on the bed with a nervous expression, hoping that the boy was still in a coma and did not wake up immediately.

But she was thinking beautifully, but the reality gave her a violent blow. The little boy lying on the bed moved slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His scarlet eyes were confused at first, but when the confusion disappeared, his scarlet eyes inexplicably gave off a sense of fear.

He turned his head to look at Wang Chen, without saying a word, but there was deep curiosity in those scarlet eyes.

Looking at the little boy's scarlet eyes, Wang Chen bit his lips, looked at Du Sha and asked each word: "His eyes...what's going on?"

Dusha's face was very ugly, she gently stroked the little boy's hair, her expression became very indifferent in an instant, and said: "The child's father is a devil, what's the answer?"

"Why don't you say that the child's mother is a witch from hell."

When Wang Chen heard Du Sha's words, his face collapsed, and he directly mocked him, and then said to the little boy, "Come, uncle, give me a hug."

The little boy still didn't speak. She turned around in pain, looked at Dusha with deep attachment in her eyes, and called out in a childish voice, "Mom."

Hearing the little boy's name for Dusha, although Wang Chen guessed it, but hearing the little boy call her mother, Wang Chen was still a little surprised, or unwilling to face it.

The little boy's "mother" made Du Sha forget about Wang Chen. She rubbed the little boy's cheek and asked with a slight smile on his face, "Baby, does it still hurt?"

The little boy shook his head, gradually fell silent, and asked in a very small voice: "Mom, why did they hit me? Is it because of these eyes?"

Du Sha was silent for a moment, shook her head and said, "Don't think too much, Mom has already sent them to see Satan."

The little boy's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, at this moment, Wang Chen calmly said: "What's wrong with those eyes, it shows you are different.

Little guy, you have to remember one sentence, live in this world, don't think about being the majority of people, but think about being the small group of people. "

"Who told you to talk."

Du Sha said to Wang Chen in a cold voice, but her expression softened a little, at least... Wang Chen successfully diverted the little guy's attention.

The little guy had been talking to Dusha in English just now, and now he heard what Wang Chen said, he turned his head to look at Wang Chen, and asked in Mandarin: "Uncle, what did you say in my ear just now? How come I don't understand anything?"

"That's what makes you stronger, so don't forget it."

Wang Chen regained some strength, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the little boy's hair, and asked with a look in his eyes that the little boy couldn't understand: "Little guy, what's your name?"

The little boy didn't answer Wang Chen immediately, but turned to look at Dusha, scratched his head and asked in doubt: "Mom, what's my name?"

Dusha was silent for a while, looked at Wang Chen with a strange expression, and said word by word: "Aris Rothschild Raiseberry Kenoji Molt."

Hearing the name, the corner of Wang Chen's mouth twitched, he looked down at the little boy and asked, "Little guy, do you think this name is very long?"

The little boy shook his head and said innocently: "It's not long, mom seems to have only said half of it, and the other half has not been said."

"So long?"

Wang Chen muttered to himself, only half of what he said, how many words would there be if he said all of it?
Moreover, why didn't Dusha tell the rest of the story, maybe it was because she was afraid that she knew something.

Or, does she not want to let herself know about her family?

Shaking his head, Wang Chen stopped thinking about too many things, but sat cross-legged on the chair, hesitated for a while and said to the little boy, "Do you want uncle to give you a name?"

"You should go."

After Wang Chen's words fell, the warning color in Du Sha's eyes became more and more intense, and her fists were clenched, it seemed that if Wang Chen didn't leave, she was going to attack Wang Chen.

"Okay, okay, little guy, remember to come and play with uncle when you have time, I live in Villa No. [-], Baihuawan, you just come to me directly."

Seeing Dusha driving him away, Wang Chen twitched his mouth slightly, took out the seven-color real card from his pocket, handed it to the little boy, stood up and went outside.

(End of this chapter)